Director: Well, this can't get much worse.
~flash. Suddenly, Director finds himself in a maze~
Director: Hm... where am I?
~Director walks a few steps, touches a wall, and suddenly finds himself back at the entrance~
Director: Damn. Guess I'd better be really careful about navigating this maze.
~Director spends a few minutes navigating around, carefully~
Director: Ooh, there's a door up ahead! Maybe that's the way out of this nightmarish afterlife! Just a few more steps, and...
Director: YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH *falls backward and runs away. The evil laughter follows him~
Director: NOT COOL, MAN. NOT COOL. Crap. This can't get much worse.
Ted Kennedy: Ooh, a door. Lemme go in and- AAAAARGH. NOT AGAIN.
Director: Who are you?
Ted Kennedy: I am your guardian angel, son. I have assumed the form of one whom you admire and revere.
Director: No, really, who are you.
Ted Kennedy: Okay, I'm Ted Kennedy.
Director: Wait. What are you doing here? This afterlife was created for me specifically?
Ted Kennedy: Yes, well, you know how someone drowned in a car because of your actions?
Ted Kennedy: ...yeah.
Director: So anyway, what now?